Olivia was curled around in bed happily that Saturday when the door burst open, and she yelped, staring at Samantha and Angela standing there.
“What the hell?!” she cried when clothes were chucked at her and Samantha brandished a credit card in front of her.
“Your dad let us in and gave us a credit card,” she said smugly. “We are buying you everything you need. I’m your fairy godmother, and your fairy godmother is telling you to get the hell out of bed, get dressed, brush your hair, and we are all going shopping.”
“You want to know something amazing? It’s called the internet and ordering online,” she mumbled. “Why can’t we browse the net?”
“Because that’s boring,” Angela said with a smile. “You never know what you might get. I know a great baby store and you need maternity clothes.”
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